There is something to be said about embracing, or at the very least accepting every season for what it is. Finding beauty in those moments, after a storm, during a heat wave, in the middle of a downpour, or on a windy day reminds one to take pause. Look around, grab your lovers hand and take it slow. Because taking it slow, is sexy. -tM

End of August heat waves bring with them a different kind of fire.

The August heat sits heavy on the tongue, for you know that soon enough there will be no words for the loss of summer. So you become more tolerant of her dress, and accepting of her humid air that longs to become water itself. Leaving the fevers of July behind, the end of August brings with it a solemn farewell to idle days, and to promises made on the wings of freedom, on those endless summer nights. -tM